May moonlight fall upon your breast
May god send wind to lick your lips
The river flows beneath your comb
Granite, pines -silver shine
green velvet throne
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May planets crash, may god rain ash
to sear our skin, to fold us in
Kneeling close, seeking hands
our blood is warm
but what comes next
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